My hands tremble as I strip out of my nightwear...piece by piece until there’s nothing left to hide. He drinks in every inch of me, then scoops me up effortlessly and puts me onto his bed.
“I want to bind you.” His eyes drift to my right shoulder, and his jaw ticks, like he’s just realizing I’m injured.
Maybe it’s the desire to please him, or the need that consumes my body…or the fact that somehow, by now, I trust him enough to know he won’t hurt me. Whatever it is, I lift my hands over my head before I can talk myself out of it. “Do it.”
After a brief pause, intently staring into my eyes, he crosses the room, carrying the black case, and proceeds to pull out the leather straps.
“Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
My voice gets stuck in my throat, so I nod instead. Placing a pillow carefully under my injured arm, he locks me to his bed frame at an angle so the pull on my shoulder will be minimal, then he leans close, his mouth brushing my ear as he whispers what’s coming. “I’m going to eat you out until you forget your own name. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember how to walk.”
My body strains helplessly against the cuffs. And God help me…I’ve never wanted anything more.
Dominic stands back up, and for a long second, he just watches me, like he’s memorizing every single detail. The look in his eyes makes heat spread through me…and I writhe, helpless and loud, with the need for him to touch me. Then he undresses, taking his sweet, precious time, clearly enjoying the torture of making me wait.
Unable to stay still, I rub against the sheets in search of relief I know he won’t let me have any time soon.
He’s on me in an instant, hand smacking my butt hard. A helpless cry leaves my mouth, but the sting folds immediately into something that makes my thighs squeeze together. He spanks me again, drawing out a shameless moan. The straps bite deeper into my wrists as Dominic slides down the bed, settling between my legs. I’m shaking already, half from the sting of his hand…half from the unbearable ache between my thighs.
“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warns.
My heart lurches. Oh God. He means it.
Then his mouth feasts on my clit…hot tongue stroking in slow motion. A jolt of pain shoots through my shoulder as I pull too hard against the restraint. My breath hitches, and his eyes flick up, catching it.
He slows just enough that I wonder if he’s about to stop. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” I whisper, though the ache is quickly drowned out by pleasure building within me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His thumb brushes close to my shoulder. “Stubborn little thing,” he mutters, before dragging his mouth back down my body.
“A-ahh…Dominic…” My voice cracks, more a sob than a word. I can’t string together a thought beyond how good it feels, how much I need more. My hips buck up, frantic for more friction, as the pleasure becomes unbearable, but his palm slams down on my stomach, pinning me flat.
“Still,” he growls against my skin. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”
I try…I fucking try. But when his tongue circles tighter and deeper, my body betrays me. A desperate sound I don’t even recognize rips out of my throat, and I feel my release coming, until he stops, pulling back completely.
The sudden emptiness makes me sob. “Damn it! Dominic…please—”
He slaps the inside of my thigh...then grips it, fingers digging bruises into my skin. “You don’t cum without my permission.”
I’m shaking so terribly that my teeth grind together. He lowers his head again, tongue thrusting inside me, sucking, until I’m thrashing, and begging, on the edge of breaking—
And again he stops.
Tears sting my eyes. My wrists burn from the tightness of the restraints. “Please,” I choke out. “I’ll do anything…just let me—” My body is on fire, thighs shaking violently.
He laughs, dark and cruel. “That’s the sound I want to hear. I love it when you beg.” His hand leaves my thigh, only to wrap around my throat. My pulse races against his palm...and I can’t tell if it’s from fear, lust, or both.
“Look at me when you beg,” he commands, pressing his thumb under my jaw and forcing my gaze to stay on him.
My cheeks are wet, I can feel the tears, but I don’t care...I’d burn myself alive if it meant he’d finally let me cum. “I…please, Dominic,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” His grip tightens, and I don’t know how, but it only makes my need grow.
“Please let me cum!”
He releases my throat slowly, loosening the straps so that my hands are free, only to shove my hips forward, forcing me down on all fours. “Look at you,” he growls, one hand gripping the small of my back, the other moving upward to cup my breasts, fingers pinching and rolling over my nipples. “So fucking perfect…so fucking mine.”
